The Dead Now Require Airplane Tickets
A Tigrayit song, exile, and the geography of remembrance. The song found me on an ordinary evening. Outside my apartment window, traffic moved through the city in long ribbons of light. Somewhere below, a siren sounded and disappeared. Tomorrow will be another workday. I would return to my carefully constructed routines. Nothing about the evening suggested […]
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A Tigrayit song, exile, and the geography of remembrance. The song found me on an ordinary evening. Outside my apartment window, traffic moved through the city in long ribbons of light. Somewhere below, a siren sounded and disappeared. Tomorrow will be another workday. I would return to my carefully constructed routines. Nothing about the evening suggested […]
